Please note that this is a very loose translation, but nothing is intentionally skipped or had its meaning changed. I tried to prioritise an immersive feel over what I could directly translate. 
The following is a meditation which will take you to visit the Goddess and (Horned) God. You will be given the opportunity to ask each a question; the first is more open and will result in advice, while the latter will directly pertain to any of your beloved departed.
Goddess and God Meditation
Take a moment to relax. Breathe naturally and calmly while finding a comfortable position.
Now, focus on your surroundings. Look closely at the room you’re in. Observe the shapes, colours, and how objects are arranged.
Close your eyes and recreate the mental image of the room in your mind.
Open your eyes and compare what you see with your imagination. Try to remember even more details for later recall.
Close your eyes again and bring back the image of the room.
Now, open your eyes one last time and look around.
Close your eyes and visualise your immediate surroundings.
In your imagination, stand up and walk towards the nearest door. As you approach, imagine the delicate scent of the forest and the earth, the sound of wind whistling through the cracks, and the rustling of leaves. Gently grasp the door handle and swing it open.
Through the door, you’ll find yourself in an autumn forest. The trees are shedding their leaves, which carpet the path with various shades of brown, red, yellow, and orange. Many trees are bare, twisted, and disturbingly exposed. Step through the door, and it vanishes into thin air. You’re now simply in the forest.
Weak, faint rays of the autumn sun shine through the half-bare branches of the trees — they are no longer as hot as in the summer, they only give a bit of warmth, slightly warming your face, which is at the same time exposed to the gusts of autumn wind that rises, moving the tree branches.
You continue your leisurely walk, taking in your surroundings.
With each step, the leaves beneath your shoes rustle, and you occasionally hear the crack of acorns beneath your feet as you traverse the narrow path. The distant calls of birds occasionally reach your ears. You move on, following the path as it leads you past small hills and uneven terrain. Now and then, you brush against delicate spiderwebs that hang in your way. As you walk, you breathe in the fragrant scent of the wind, mingled with the aroma of pine needles and decaying leaves. The beauty of this forest is mesmerising.
After a while, the path leads you to a small clearing enclosed by trees. In its centre, you spot two unassuming stone statues. One portrays a woman with flowing hair and a crescent crown adorning her forehead, while the other depicts a bearded man with ox horns. Between them stands an altar, a simple stone table adorned with the gifts of autumn: pumpkins, mushrooms, nuts, and squashes. Candles and incense burn upon the altar.
While you look at the altar, you suddenly hear the sound of light, graceful footsteps behind you. Turning around, you are greeted by the sight of a beautiful woman. Her long hair features streaks of grey, and leaves are gently woven into her locks. She is neither young nor old, possessing all the attributes of feminine beauty while her face expresses the wisdom and experience of age. She wears a flowing dress in dark colours.
“I am the earth, yearning for respite after long, scorching days of relentless sunshine,” she says to you. "I am a tree, burned by the sun’s rays, relentlessly warming my branches for long hours, now seeking rest and rejuvenation. I am an animal, preparing to hibernate and gather strength for the coming summer. Delve into my soft earth and find rest, as others have done before you. The darkness of the night is upon us, but at its zenith, I shall birth to you the Sun, the invincible Sun — your God.”
The goddess looks seriously.
“You can now ask me anything you want to know, and I will answer your question and advise you.”
(Ask the Goddess a question).
“Lastly, I would like to bestow upon you a gift,” the Goddess adds, handing you a small, earthy chestnut. She then walks away towards the forest, finally merging with it into one whole.
You take a final glance at the altar, and now, you notice symbols associated with death and rebirth etched upon it — the skull of a horned animal, mushrooms, and a poppy. You recognise these as the markings of Forefathers’ Eve, also known as Samhain — a pivotal moment in the Wheel of the Year, marking the commencement of a new cycle.
It’s time to reflect on the elements in your life that you wish to leave behind. You may have needed them once, even found them necessary, but they have now outlived their purpose. Carrying them into the New Cycle would only become an obstacle, a hindrance, or even a source of adversity. It’s time to part ways with them.
You decide to move forward. Passing the altar, you continue beyond the stone statues. The forest appears denser — it’s colder, darker. In the distance, a thick fog looms. Suddenly, amidst the depths of the forest, you see a stone cave. Your steps lead you to its entrance, shrouded in inky blackness, concealing its secrets. The cave’s walls bear ancient symbols — spirals, handprints, horned animals, and scenes of prehistoric hunts.
With courage in your heart, you venture inside. The darkness envelops you. As you proceed, your feet make contact with a floor paved with both animal and human bones, which crumble beneath your feet, sending you deeper into the abyss. The sounds of dripping water, the echoing cries of bats, and undefined noises fill the void around you.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light captures your attention — a small, flickering point in the distance. You proceed with a measured pace, traversing a wet corridor until you arrive at a grotto in the heart of the cave. Here, a small fire burns, its wisps of smoke escaping through an imperceptible crevice in the cavern’s ceiling. Your gaze is drawn to a figure seated beside the fire.
It’s a man, in a meditative posture, draped in the pelts of animals. His long, dark hair is adorned with horns. Or perhaps they are tree branches after all, with leaves sticking out of them. You find it difficult to ascertain as a peculiar dizziness envelops you. Everything is shrouded in a dreamlike haze, and the figure is veiled in the acrid yet oddly fragrant smoke. It seems that the symbols painted on his body mirror those at the cave’s entrance.
“I am Death itself,” he declares. "I am the one who embraces those tired of a long, hard life, yearning for rest and regeneration within the Mother’s body. But, I am also new life. My seed remains in the womb of the earth, within the womb of women, in the womb of the Goddess, patiently awaiting winter’s end to bloom luxuriantly the next year. I am both destroyer and creator. I am the one who destroys unnecessary things in you, in your life, making room for the birth of the new. On this All Souls’ Day, accept my blessing, for without me, life cannot exist. The God and Goddess are one. Now, if you wish, you may inquire about your beloved departed ones who rest within my kingdom.”
(Ask the Horned God about the dead).
It’s time to begin your gradual return. God turns his attention back to the fire, and you retrace your steps toward the cave’s exit, navigating the long, damp corridor. The exit soon comes into view.
Emerging from the cave, you find that the day is fading away. One last lingering gaze at the stone statues of the God and Goddess, and the altar, and you retrace your steps along the familiar path that brought you here. You pass by autumnal trees, red squirrels darting along the trunks, and clusters of anthills. The wind caresses your face and envelops your body. In the distance, a massive door appears, seemingly suspended in the air, seamlessly integrated into the landscape. You reach it and swing it open.
You step into the room where your physical body has remained all along. Making your way back to it, you gradually reopen your eyes.
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(And happy early Samhain! 
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Never know when you might urgently need one and sometimes they’re just fun to say. Like in Chinese, it’s cè suǒ (厕所). Sometimes my partner randomly exclaims it, totally out of nowhere, when we’re sitting at home. 
Fun! That used to be my dream when I was a little kid. 
I’m with Katerina- if you’re ever up for sharing your travel adventure stories, 
